Chapter 100

“Hey, gorgeous. How about you spend some time with us?” The ruffian leading the group flaunted his hairy chest with an unbuttoned shirt. His lackeys appeared to be street punks, but their eyes sparkled with uncharacteristic alertness. Emmanuel frowned instantly. He had dealt with true thugs like Samuel and Rat. Naturally, he knew what a true ruffian was like. These people in front of him seemed too tough as if they were putting up an act, with their steady stances and menacing glares. They...